“Come on, Arthur! Let’s stop playing games. They were here last night, I know, because I heard the Sergeant come in around midnight and start talking to you. But this morning neither he nor Miss Kolin was here. At least, I didn’t see him, and no food’s been taken up to her. So where are they?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think again.”
“I don’t know, Mr. Carey, and that’s a fact.” “Has he gone for good?”
Arthur hesitated and then shrugged. “Yes, he has.”
George nodded. He had suspected, but, now that he knew for certain, the news came as a blow. “What am I being kept here for?” he asked.
“He’s got to have time to get clear.”
“Clear of me?”
“No, clear of this country.” Arthur leaned forward earnestly. “You see, supposing you went back and Chrysantos started on you, and you blew the gaff about his being on the way out. I don’t say you’d mean to, but he’s a cunning bastard, that one. You can see it might be awkward.”
“Yes, I see. He’d already decided what he was going to do. I think he might have told me.”